We've been officially Australian for over a year now (Click here if you care... or you're bored) so you would think that when Australia Day rolls around, we'd have some sort of clue how to celebrate.
We don't.
Eat kangaroo kebabs? (Nasty)
Play cricket? (Yawn)
Beach? (Crazy. BUSY)
Ride around on an emu? (Weird/probably illegal)
Swim in the pool? BBQ burgers...? This sounds okay...
Maybe we do know what to do.
And we did it, whether it was really Aussie or not.
Time to get thrown into the pool by your father, unless you are closing in on thirteen years, and
are way too big and heavy for such an activity.
The burgers "The Man" made. I bet you're wondering how we ever opened our mouths wide
enough to chow down on these things. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret:
We are part snake... we just do a little jaw dislocating, and in they go!
Just kidding. That's gross.
We are children of the 80's, so what we really do is just call out "Go go gadget mouth!"
Really. Works every time.